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Prolouge: Bloodlines

Grissom sighed. Not only did this case have an unusually small amount of evidence left at the scene, he was having an incredibly hard time wrapping his head around it. So far, it just wasn't making any sense. Grissom sank deeper into his thoughts, pulling up his memories of when he first arrived on the scene accompanied by Sara Sidle.

He remembered her talking, and hearing most of what she had said. "This is a strange one... one man, one room. No objects, no clothes, no visible evidence of anything...except a body. Makes one think." It certainly did. Sara had continued, "This is gonna be a tough one Griss..." Grissom remembered smiling and saying "I know, that's why I put you on it." He remembered her grin, and the way her eyes began to process the body and form a possible hypothesis. Her grin remained, however, making him chuckle to himself, realizing that she wasn't even aware of it.

That grin...the grin that made his day all better. It wasn't something that he consiously thought about...it just did. He hardly realized what the thought of Sara's enchantments. He only knew that there was something special that they shared together...something that they had been sharing for a long time; although too terrified to admit it. He knew that he was attracted to every part of Sara Sidle, Her mind, her eyes,..her body...' NO!' he screamed at himself, attempting to drag his mind away from that train of thought, as he had done so many times before. Most of the time he could get her out of the forefront of his thoughts, but his heart was a completely different story. No matter how hard he tried, his heart remained completely fixated on one person: Sara Sidle. Here was the one place where his mind couldn't prevail.

Grissom tried to get his mind back on the case when he heard the phone ring. "Grissom" he muttered distractedly into the phone.

After the phone call Grissom jumped into his car and sped off to the police station. He didn't realize it, but his feeling were finally taking some precedence in his life. He thanked the officer who brought him to Sara politely and went in to see her. The look on her face made the pit of his stomach light on fire. No longer was the inquisitive scientist sitting there. Nor the untiring brilliance that he was accustomed to. What was left was a shell of a woman; pale, tired, and alone. For once in his life Gil Grissom knew exactly what to do. He sat down beside Sara and took her cold, small hand in his. With a gentleness not often found in his voice, Grissom whispered to her, "Come on, I'll take you home."